There, majestically, rode a fair Maiden.
Upon the white of the Unicorn.
Her name was of the utmost beauty,
and so she rode into the grove.
So there flew her husband that was a knight,
his respect for her was perfect and of knightly chivalry.
Then in-front of him he saw the smoke of war.
He was warned but ordered his wife to say no more.
She had a dream of broken bone and fate.
This all happened in the late of day.
He said he was no coward and if he was,
Chivalry would be broken but because,
he didn't listen fate would take it's course.
The knight and dragon entered the field.
The deafening sound of clashing swords
gave the knight his nervousness,
and then an arrow came through his chest.
The Maiden began to cry as she rode
from the barren landscape into the grove.
A crooked root of tree came from the earth.
Her faithful unicorn began to trip to fall.
His beautiful horn hit first,
and the rings around snapped.
It cried out in pain with a neigh,
as the knight's soul was on his way.
The maiden waited along the path
not knowing what to do and hath
she stood she would die of heartbreak.
She laid there until it was too late.
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